Took me years to peel off your words from my skin. Took me years to rub the roses off my eyes and see the red flags as they were. Took me years to learn oral sex isn't terrible, rape is. And that is what it was.
Zainab Rashid created a powerful spoken word poem: The Truth About Burqa on her choice to wear it and on the embattled discourse around it.
Feminist poetry is written by women, about women, for women. Reading Hindi & Urdu poetry by Kishwar Naheed, Savita Singh & Pratibha Katiyar.
We will burn down into ashes only to rise above and reach the sky we will fill this atmosphere with flashes of our pride, victory and identity so high.
Obeying on auto-pilot. Her voice is just one more thing She signed over.
This feminine lends itself to reduction into numbers or lewd hand gestures. But the everydayness of the power, of her personal femininity, teeters on a thin edge. Every time her body makes her into a goddess, whore, angel, slut, or not feminine at all.
न जाने मैं कब इतनी बड़ी हो गयी, खेल-कूद, दौड़-भाग को भूल, जीवन के पतंग की लरी हो गयी
Rewriting that old duckling story, one verse at a time.
"Where Was Your Pepper Spray?" “You were even dressed decently!”
People are so used to bigotry, sigh!